༄ 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑃𝐻𝑂𝐸𝑁𝐼𝑋 𝐴𝑅𝐶𝐻𝐸𝑅（𝐿𝑊𝑊）༄

Chapter 10- Father Christmas and Gifts

"Up! Come on now!" I slightly heard Mrs. Beaver say as I awoke from my slumber

I sighed and then opened my eyes to find that Mrs. Beaver wasn't anywhere near me. She was over trying to wake up the stubborn Pevensies, specifically Lucy and Peter, who just rolled over when she tried. Susan was already up along with Mr. Beaver and I decided I might as well get up. There was no need to make Mrs. Beaver fight with me as well.

Susan looked over at me as soon as I stood up, but she didn't say anything. I couldn't read the expression on her face either, so I never thought a thing about it. Mr. Beaver was wandering around seeming to be looking for something. He was likely checking to see that the coast was clear, which did entail seeing if there were any wolves near us.

Eventually, Mrs. Beaver got frustrated at the two Pevensie siblings. I would've been too if I was the one trying to get them up, but instead I found it quite humorous that they wouldn't wake up. I had to hold in my amusement when she started shaking them awake and they still refused to get up. However, they knew they couldn't stay asleep or pretending to be—because I swore they were—for very long and they got up.

We started our long journey to Aslan's Camp, which seemed really far but if one was really determined, they could make it in less than week; about a day and a half to be exact, but that was with horses and all the supplies one needed. That also included not making any stops to rest along the way. I knew that we could get there in about four days if we managed our time, but with Lucy being so young and easily tired, I wasn't sure if we would make it by then. But I also knew that the Pevensies were determined to find Aslan so they could save their brother, so I wouldn't have been surprised if we made within the next day or two.

After quite a few hours of walking, we finally reached the stone bridge. From there, one could see just about everything in Narnia. I could faintly see the outline of the Stone Table Arch not too far, along the horizon. This view, however, made it seem like one's journey was really long and sometimes made one dread it. Of course, it could be long but The Beavers knew of shortcuts that would get us to where we needed to be in half the time. I rarely ventured outside the Latern Waste so this was all new territory for me as well.

"Now, Aslan's camp is near the stone table. Just across the frozen river," Mr. Beaver told them, pointing as he gazed across Narnia.
"River?!" Peter questioned.
"Oh, the river's been frozen solid for a hundred years," Mrs. Beaver reassured.
"It's so far," Peter said, tiredly.
"It's the world dear. Did you expect to be small?" she asked.
"Smaller," Susan answered, sounding a bit sarcastic, before following The Beavers.

Just over an hour later, we were halfway across the frozen plains. They were a couple of miles long and by then, we were almost back into the forest. It was a very vulnerable spot, should we be followed, as it was just a frozen wide open area. There were no trees, rocks, or boulders to hide us from spying eyes. Most of Narnia was a frozen wasteland where nothing grew. There wasn't much of anything that wasn't frozen and it was all because the Witch wanted it like that.

"Come on, humans! While we're still young!" Mr. Beaver shouted at us for what felt like the thousandth time.
"If he tells us to hurry one more time," Peter said as he stopped to put Lucy on his back, "I'm going to turn him into a big, fluffy hat." The Pevensies and I chuckled at his comment.
"Hurry up! Come on!" Mr. Beaver shouted.
"He is getting a little bossy," Lucy pointed out.
"No! Behind you! It's her!" Mrs. Beaver said.

We turned around and saw that there was a sleigh heading towards us, a sleigh that could only belong to the Witch. I wondered why I was just now hearing the sleigh bells. My hearing was much stronger than a normal human and I knew that I should've heard the sleigh bells before they were that close. I frowned, knowing I didn't have much time to figure out why. Shaking my head, I just decided that it was because I was distracted too pay attention.